Tuesday, June 9
It was Marina at my door. As soon as I opened it, she crumpled into my arms, sobbing. Frank, that unbelievable jerk-pig-of-a-husband of hers, cheated on her AGAIN. I am so frustrated and furious that I want to yank his eyebrows out (or maybe something else off).
Marina is sweet, and lovely, and funny, and kind, and wonderful to her core. How on earth could Frank cheat on her? And why does she put up with it? She deserves to be with someone who loves her, cherishes her, and doesn’t even want to look at another woman, let alone touch one. Frank is a sleazeball who can’t seem to keep it in his pants, despite his vows to Marina.
I hugged Marina while she cried. It was so tempting to tell her that she needed to divorce Frank because she is worthy of so much more. I bit my ton
